She doesn't want to pretend anymore

With an eight-treasure box stuffed in his hand, Mansu was somewhat at a loss.

"Okay, grandpa bought it for you, why are you being so polite? Take it and play with it."

It’s not like Professor Yan can’t afford that little bit of money, so how could he possibly ask Manshu to give it to him?

His granddaughter finally found a thing she liked, how could he be stingy?

Then why did he bring his granddaughter to join in the fun?

Manshu held the eight-treasure box and continued strolling with Professor Yan.

She happened to look back and saw the old man closing his stall.

So early?

Manshu was stunned. There was still half an hour before the ghost market ended.

"Don't look back. That old man is very strange. He closes his stall every time he opens it, no matter how big or small it is."

Professor Yan broke her head back.

Obviously knew what she was looking at.

Manshu didn't understand what was going on, so he forced himself to stop absorbing the spiritual energy from the Eight Treasure Box.

She looked at Professor Yan: "Why? Don't others want to sell more things and make more money?"

Although the antique market is closed for three years, it can make money for three years after it opens.

But who would mind having too much money?

Professor Yan only gave out 20,000 just now. Logically speaking, the old man didn’t make much, right?

"It's just a quirk, who knows." Professor Yan didn't care much.

Manshu also saw some stalls selling vinyl records and some Western stuff from the last century.

These are not expensive, but they also have collection value nowadays, and tens of thousands of yuan are still acceptable.

However, she was not very interested in these.

It reminded me that Qi Yu’s birthday is coming soon.

That guy was making a lot of noise and informed Manshu in advance, asking her to remember to send a gift when the time comes.

I heard that Qi Yu loves to collect this kind of vinyl records. Should she buy one and give it to him?

Manshu hesitated a little and sent a message to Qi Yu.

She regretted it after sending it.

It's the middle of the night. Wouldn't it disturb people's sleep if I send it?

What's more, Qi Yu should have been asleep at this time.

As a result, before she had time to put away her phone, she was bombarded with text messages from Qi Yu one after another.

——Are you still awake?

——Sister Manshu, what do you mean? Are you going to give me a vinyl record?

——Sister, have you been kidnapped? Why did you suddenly send me a message?

——Please reply to me quickly. If you don’t reply within a minute, I will call the police.

Manshu quickly replied to his message, saying that he was visiting the ghost market and saw an old record, so he wanted to ask him if he wanted it.

"Yes, must!"

"Whose record is it? Never mind. No matter whose it is, just buy it for me."

Manshu didn't find it strange, but the value of each record was different.

Manshu took a look at the records on the stall and finally chose one.

The other party asked for 18,000 yuan, and Manshu bargained for 8,000 yuan.

The two of them negotiated back and forth, and finally the price was set at 12,000.

Actually, it’s not cheap.

However, Professor Yan can understand it.

He was a college student of that era and had these things at home.

But although I liked it in my early years, it’s not as exciting as listening to opera now.

When Professor Yan heard her say that she bought it for a friend, he didn't say anything.

As soon as four o'clock passed, the stalls here began to close one after another, and until half past four, the street was almost quiet and deserted.

At this time, Professor Yan took Manshu home to sleep.

From beginning to end, Ms. Qin Ru had no idea that the grandfather and grandson had ever gone out.

It was not until the next morning, when the grandfather and grandson were both still asleep, that she heard from the nanny that she saw Professor Yan and Manshu go out.

Ms. Qin Ru had no idea what the two men did behind her back.

But Manshu slept until noon.